[ Viktor knows so little of what had been at the moment of Venat's sundering. He has grasped fleeting memories of the first shade born of Aepymetes, dwindled near to nothing not merely by Hydaelyn's magic, but by Aepymetes, himself, trading meager strength he might've had for ages otherwise for a slim chance at a happier future ten thousand years later. Hades speaks of living filthy, and Viktor thinks not of that glimpse of a past he'll never know, but of those much more real, tangible years after Dalamud fell. Of sleeping rough and seeking shelter where he could. Of how much more bearable it would've been, had he someone to hold him, keep him, just like this.
But even those wretched memories cannot dampen the fire burning low in his stomach, the roar of his pulse between his thighs. Hades says more. Something Viktor doesn't quite catch before he's kissing him again, a sweet and soft second burnt up in the supernova blast of want kindled between them. Sex in a tub isn't exactly easy, but the repercussions are best left to sort out by the tomorrow version of him - the one that isn't aching to be claimed after a long day of little heartaches. A hum escapes him when Hades's palm fits against his bottom, hiking up to a whine when he flinches, squeezes. And then- a jerk of hips that Viktor isn't quite prepared for.
A laugh bubbles out of him, impossibly fond. His voice shakes, elated, when he whispers, ] Hades.
[ Viktor pets his hair, dragging fingers through platinum strands and then smoothing them down again, anything to keep him close, to pull him closer. He murmurs nonsense sounds of approval, hiking into a whimper when he feels nails dig into his skin. Then, a second later, another bite, and Viktor has to swallow the urge to beg for more.
Hades is speaking again, and Viktor nearly swallows the sound in another kiss. He is less than an ilm away, breathing hard, when he computes what's being asked of him. Silence settles as Viktor gains purchase on his own composure, meeting Hades's firefly eyes with an adoring gaze of his own, mismatched eyes half-lidded. ]
Anything. I would do anything for you. You need but... t-tell me you want it.
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But even those wretched memories cannot dampen the fire burning low in his stomach, the roar of his pulse between his thighs. Hades says more. Something Viktor doesn't quite catch before he's kissing him again, a sweet and soft second burnt up in the supernova blast of want kindled between them. Sex in a tub isn't exactly easy, but the repercussions are best left to sort out by the tomorrow version of him - the one that isn't aching to be claimed after a long day of little heartaches. A hum escapes him when Hades's palm fits against his bottom, hiking up to a whine when he flinches, squeezes. And then- a jerk of hips that Viktor isn't quite prepared for.
A laugh bubbles out of him, impossibly fond. His voice shakes, elated, when he whispers, ] Hades.
[ Viktor pets his hair, dragging fingers through platinum strands and then smoothing them down again, anything to keep him close, to pull him closer. He murmurs nonsense sounds of approval, hiking into a whimper when he feels nails dig into his skin. Then, a second later, another bite, and Viktor has to swallow the urge to beg for more.
Hades is speaking again, and Viktor nearly swallows the sound in another kiss. He is less than an ilm away, breathing hard, when he computes what's being asked of him. Silence settles as Viktor gains purchase on his own composure, meeting Hades's firefly eyes with an adoring gaze of his own, mismatched eyes half-lidded. ]
Anything. I would do anything for you. You need but... t-tell me you want it.